Chapter 1
Amy arched her back, looking up at the roof, trying, unsuccessfully not to make a noise, her body ready to burst. She reached back to steady herself holding on to Jared's muscular legs, before clenching herself one tiny inch more, slowly, falling over 'the slow-motion waterfall' of orgasm. She couldn't control her breathing any longer, nor did she want to. "Let them listen!", she laughed to herself, forgetting herself for a second. She collapsed on top of Jared's tree-trunk body, and couldn't help but stifle a giggle. She was happy, happy as she could be in a stinking tin can, in war zone, being shot at and rocketed daily. But she was doing a job she loved, with people she respected, and Jared made her forget the stress, for a moment anyway. While they could steal a few moments together, it wasn't the place for 'sleepovers' as, whether the hour, they both on call 24/7, slaves to their 'beepers', which along with pistols, went with them everywhere. Everywhere. Amy's lay on the floor, next to discarded clothes, two sets of uniform, with slightly feminine underwear being the only distinguishing features.
A few moments later and Jared was gone, giving her a briefest kiss goodbye as she let him out the door. She lay back on the bed, and was about to drift off looking over at the photo of her and her best friend, Emma at their graduation from West Point. They had come a long way together, and next week Emma would be here to replace her. It would be good to see her. She had a lot to tell her. Or not, she smiled, not that Emma wouldn't guess.
There was a quiet knock on the door. It must have Jared, he must have forgotten something. She must have done a good job, he never forgets anything, she congratulated herself. She would be able to tease "Mr Organised" for once, instead of the other way around.
She quietly opened the door, expecting to see his sheepish grin underneath his beard, the thing that first attracted him to her. A big smiling bear. When he wasn't growling.
But it wasn't Jared. She smiled when she saw who it was "and what do you want this late at night, stranger" doing her best sexy cowgirl accent. With a revolver, fitted with a silencer. She had a second to take in the scene, before her tiny body was knocked to the ground, and pumped with two more bullets. She lay naked, except for her underwear staring up the photo and blowing out bubbles of blood.
